mrtonystark (mrtonystark) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-08-02 16:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hazel levesque, tony stark (iron man) |
Who: Tony Stark and Hazel Levesque
When: Late June
Where: A park somewhere
What: Hazel’s practicing her powers and Tony is Tony
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Hazel was getting more confident with her abilities. At least with the one she’d had a while. Summoning jewels and precious metals from the ground was getting easier. Making them sink back into the ground was also easier. She could tell what was what and how deep the figurative rabbit hole went. It took considerably more effort to summon anything from very deep, which meant she had to take breaks at times and keep snack food on her. Her dreams were curious, but she was still waiting to start the quest that they were meant to be going on. It felt like it was taking forever. She’d dreamt things a couple times already and she wanted to get onto new topics.
Maybe practicing in a public places wasn’t exactly the best habit to get into, but she’d waited for a good thirty minutes, making careful observations about people and if anyone asked, she’d claim it was amatuer magician’s tricks. She’d seen the lengths people would go to to keep from believing that what she was doing was what she was actually doing.
Closing her eyes, Hazel focused all of her attention on an emerald about three or four feet down. Slowly she started to raise it up from where it was. She wasn’t expecting anyone else, so she wasn’t tuned in for other people. No one had come over to this part of the park in over twenty minutes. There was no reason to really suspect someone. At least, she didn’t think there was.
Tony Stark was sitting in a car not far from the park, eating some lunch. He came to this location to eat his lunch because it was private, air conditioned, and he didn’t have to hide from people. Most of the other places he went (besides his house, but that was quite a drive) had people wanting to pester him left and right. This park was shady, secluded, and beautiful--not to mention nearly empty most of the time.
Today was an exception to that rule, though. There was a girl in the park who was… doing something interesting. Tony raised an eyebrow as he watched from his vantage point, then finished his sandwich, grabbed his soda, and exited the car to wander closer to the girl. He sipped, walking idly, having just witnessed something pretty spectacular.
Hazel was distracted and not paying as much attention to the world around her. She was expecting for people to speak when they noticed what she was doing. She definitely wasn't expecting them to just walk around and watch what she was doing. So she felt that it was understandable that she should startle when she opened her eyes and found someone walking around. "Oh...ah..." Her face felt hot and the things she'd pulled out of the ground started to sink back into it. "Um. I'm practicing amateur magician tricks?"
She didn't have to ask if she sounded convincing to know that she didn't sound convincing. If she was the swearing type, she'd probably swear right now. She was pretty sure that he wasn't going to buy that, but she could hope that he would. Her fingers fidgeted with her t-shirt. "I thought I was doing pretty well."
“No no, don’t let me stop you, Miss Amateur Magician,” Tony said, breaking into a little smirk. He lifted the drink cup again and sipped from the straw, watching both the girl and the things--rocks and metal? Rare gemstones?--as the things sunk back down into the earth. “That’s a pretty impressive trick, I might add.”
Hazel felt her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to find a way to get out of the situation she was in. What she needed was Frank. Maybe Percy would be more intimidating, though. He could get this look where you didn’t really think it was a good idea to mess with him. The only problem was that he didn’t know her like that yet. He was from before it. Mostly because she didn’t know about anything he was talking about. She’d have said after, but he hadn’t talked about anything they’d gone through yet. He’d have known about Roman demigods already without her having to tell him. “Uh. Yeah. I’ve been practicing for a while. Camp Jupiter Magicians.” She was just digging herself in deeper, but she didn’t know what else to do. This was probably the first time she’d have accepted parental intervention.
“Who are you anyway?” Which maybe didn’t sound particularly polite, but she didn’t know them. “I think not talking to strangers is kind of a rule.” A pause. “One I’m kind of breaking right now.”
Tony made a mental note to google Camp Jupiter Magicians. Because that sounded awesome. He almost wished he’d come up with the name himself, it was that awesome. He took another couple steps forward, one hand on his drink and the other slipping into his pocket. “My name’s Tony Stark.” He gave her a smile. “Now we’re not strangers. You don’t need to worry about rule breaking.” He sipped again from his cup. “How is it performed? This trick?”
Tony Stark. She had no idea who he was, but she guessed that wasn’t all that unusual. Sometimes she didn’t know people. In fact, unless they were part of what she was doing in her own life, she didn’t usually know them. “Hazel Levesque,” she replied, clearing her throat and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She forced a smile that she really hoped was not awkward. “Haven’t you heard that a magician never reveals her secrets?”
“Well, Hazel, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Tony said, kindly and genuinely. He was highly amused by the young woman and it showed in the smile on his face. He lifted his cup and sipped from it, then gave his shoulders a little shrug. “That’s something I’ve definitely heard of. But you and I both know that you’re not a real magician. Because magic doesn’t really exist. It’s just science that hasn’t been explained yet.
“So, how’s it work?” He asked, pleasantly. “From one scientist to another.”
Hazel felt a little like a trapped animal, but she forced herself to keep her expression from showing it. What she couldn’t keep in check were the jewels that popped up around her feet. Anxiety was always something easily exposed when it came to her abilities now. She tried not to show that it wasn’t supposed to happen on her face. It was just another thing.
“I think you should watch some of those shows where you get explanations, then. I’m pretty good at keeping secrets.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she attempted what she hoped was a stubborn and stern look. She didn’t need to give him anything. Scientist or no.
Tony’s eyes flicked down to the ground where the gemstones were popping up out of the soil, and he raised an eyebrow. “I suppose you would be, wouldn’t you?”
Hazel glanced down, feeling her face heat up. Not again. She was not trying to deal with this at all. Not today, really not ever. She cleared her throat and tried to push past the anxiety she was feeling to regain control of the situation. She’d worked on this at Regina’s house and pretty much everywhere else. She hated that it still happened here. It took a few minutes, but they did manage to sink back into the ground. The majority of her wanted to laugh it off and pretend that it was particularly normal, but the rest of her was already stuck in the reality of the situation. Her face seemed to refuse to stop looking pained.
Tony finished the last of the drink, then tossed the empty cup into a nearby trash can. “I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” he explained gently. Both hands slipped into his pockets in a carefree sort of gesture. He shrugged his shoulders. “If you don’t want to talk about it, I can get into my car and drive away. But if you do...” He took a step forward and drew a business card case out of one of those pockets. It was a careless gesture, he pulled a card out of the case, and held it out to her. “Call me.”
Hazel stared at him for a long moment before she looked at the card in his hand. It probably wasn’t his fault that she was uncomfortable, but she didn’t know that she really trusted anyone. She took the card anyway. Not really sure whether or not she was going to call him or not. “Yeah. Thanks.” She had no idea if ‘thanks’ was the appropriate response to any of this, but she didn’t really have any other response. She had a feeling she’d talk to her dad about it before anything happened, though. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good.” Tony gave her another little nod, then turned to head back to his car. He couldn’t win ‘em all. Maybe she’d call. Maybe not. He’d tried, anyway. He got back into his car, gave her one last wave, then pulled out of the parking lot.